It is indeed remarkable that Bayle, Niceron, and other literary historians, have not ventured to lay their hands on this ark of philosophical science; too modest to dispute, or too geneous to attack: unlike the great adversary of Fludd, Père Mersenne, who denounced the Rosacrusian to Europe as a caco-magician, who had insured for himself perdition throughout eternity.

By how much more a mans skin is full treg'd with flesh, blood and natural Spirits.

I raped your richest roadstead—I plundered Singapore!

And what about the column inches generated by the congratulatory fistbump after Barack Obama clinched the Democratic presidential nomination in 2008?